Jacarandas in bloom
Julio Lopez had disappeared. We had fallen
threats and the prosecution had put us in the door patrol home and Buenos Aires took turns to monitor our home.
At that time I worked as a professor of Human Rights and Citizenship in the Eemnes 2 of Burzaco and by that time despite the fear, despite the attacks, despite harassment by the school principal gave me away to their "superiors" because I believed, because he claimed that I was inventing chased me and threatened my children assaulted with a knife and styling record after record with the complicity of some co-workers who gave evidence of his mendacity, although it had completed the project "Bells for the Memory" with the presence Roberto Rivara Inspector who accompanied me on the project and at that point had been replaced by the inspector an unfortunate light Pompeii Serial liar and complicit in these teachers who lived the disappearance of Julio Lopez as many gorillas can live and rams Argentina populate teaching (or at least the teaching of my town) ...
Despite all these adverse circumstances we organized with mates for a march shouting the name of Julius rumble rumble or make the ears of many deaf and indifferent to what was happening.
And then we met in the Plaza San Martín de Adrogué place of concentration of the march.
A square dressed jacaranda flowers confused celestial heaven and earth and the cry seemed scattered on the tile floor and on the buildings and the station wagon which was passing the Quetros blowing its horn, in adherence to our claim . Only
Adrogué trade had the photo of Julio Lopez and held in the years since then sucedieorn. Then as if
jacarandaes bowed to our quest began to sing:
the east and west, rain and rain, a flower and a blue flower jacaranda ...
And that song from Maria Elena Walsch accompanied us during the march when we were shouting the name of Julius .
The floor of the plaza was covered with flowers and had that light blue lavender of jacaranda blossoms.
So we started to gather the flowers in our hands and pockets of the apron of the teachers who had attended and the many plastic bags they had and as we walked through downtown streets throwing Adrogue air we jacaranda flowers that fell like rain on the asphalt and sky above our heads and banners.
And the east and west of our people began to be populated and the many voices in chorus and sang in July wondered:
the east and west, rain and rain
a flower and a blue flower jacaranda-
And the cops on a motorcycle behind us began to be stained in blue because the bikes were holding flowers like uniforms.
And we were on patrol nearby began to pile jacaranda blossoms on their roofs.
It happened that the people dressed as flowers that afternoon when we pulled into the air while singing flowers falling as celestial swabs. Julio López
never appeared.
And here in this absence that is repeated each year, the blossoms return to the trees of the Plaza and begin to rain from the branches to put on the floor of the stall and fall like snow purple reminds us that despite the time we ask for Julio López
the east and west, rain and rain
a flower and a blue flower jacaranda
Heaven on
path is drawn with foam and tissue paper ...
jacaranda
to victory always
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